I live a quiet life with three fantastic children, a dog and a wonderful husband and though my life is quiet, I dream about zombies. Sometimes they are the fast moving zombies and sometimes they are slow but they are always scary and always very cool. The moment I become aware of the fact that I am dreaming about zombies, I sit back and enjoy the rest of the dream, relishing in the use of rusty swords and sawed-off shot guns. In real life, I fear that I would be one of the first victims of a zombie bite, neither able to run very fast nor fight off hordes of the undead. I don't think I would make a proper zombie and just as I was one of the first to be bit, zombie-me would be quickly beheaded.
That's why I am a writer - it is much safer to hide from the zombies in the comfort of my own home. And if the electrical grid gets taken out, I still have my pen and paper... lots and lots of pens and tons of paper.